GORDON PARSONS appreciates fine performances and a feel for ambiguity, but misses the music of the dialogue
Everything Bad Is Permanent
Emily Berry
Their eyes are grey. My eyes are grey
My wishes are the colour of the dead in numbers
My dying, undelivered wishes. Ours
Would somebody come running. Would they
Prototypes of human sorrow. Protest, despair and detachment
Blank, tearful retreat from mother
Mother, Baby. Stranger, Baby. Baby Alone
People afraid. People terrorised
Banished from (rightful?) birthplace, torn from one another
Blood. Horror. I didn’t know. You did know. Stand up
by Mike Jenkins
Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
In verse and polemic, the bard points out that he is a poet and musician, not a political party
TONY FOX invites readers to come and hear the story of the remarkable Liverpudlian International Brigader Alexander Foote


